To protect the sheep you gotta catch the wolf, and it takes a wolf to catch a wolf. -
Alonzo Harris
Digger stood in the reflection of McKinley Park and looked around at those gathered. Digger lined everyone up in two lines, Skaald and Splitter on his side, everyone else on the other. Above them Blackens the Sky swirls, watching over his/her/its/their pack. "Alright Bitches. Today we discuss a few things about combat and staying alive. For the most part. You all suck." Digger says directing the statement at those not in lline with him. In otherwords, Skaald and Splitter do not suck.
"So today, we are going to dicuss our capabilities and we are going to figure out how to work together as a unit in order to best destroy those who will come up against us. Cool? Okay good. First off. It should be said that I am by no means a master tactician, I also know that some of us are not fighters in the strictest sense. And thats fine. But we still need to figure out how shit works in a fight, because if your in this pack, blood gonna be spilt son."
"Questions?" Rhetorical, "Good, moving on. I am Firearms, Skaald is weapons, Dale is empty hands. With the three of us looking into different areas, we have to know how to work together. If I am going to be blasting away, I can't have you fuckers stepping in front of me like a lemming. If Dale is going berserker barrage, we need to make sure we are not getting under foot. And if Skaald is going full on viking, it best we not get caught in the wake of his blade."
Digger lit a cigarrete, "So, start talking kids, lets figure out how we best work together to maximize lethality."
The Alpha stepped out of line and began unloading some large bags with various training equipment in it.